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Sitting on My Son's Lap

loved it.

Loved it.

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Anonymous09/19/12

blahe53e

boring

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Anonymous09/20/12

Think ....

I think Mom and Son are just looking to die with a smile on there face.! lol
Good read but who in there right mind would fuck there Mother with his Dad inches
away and the smell of "SEX" in the car had to be hitting his 'Nose' .!* Better hope that Dad does not want a quickie in the rest stop bathroom.* That would be funny.!* lol
Good story though but just a little on the wild side.***
You got a "5" though from me though.

hot writng.

Hot read

Mom ridind son's lap

In some circles this is a very acceptable practice, especially mine. Loved it. Never fucked my mom but did fuck my mom-in-law in a motel room in Texas once. Quite a pleasurable event for us both. She is 18 years older than me but one hot lady with 38C cups and a very stiff clit.
Loved the heat of this story even though it had a little levity in it.

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Anonymous10/31/12

hot time with mom:

My dad worked out of state,for most of his working life...Mom and I were ,alone most of the month...Dad would come home one week end,a month..The rest of the time,it was the two of us alone..I was thirteen, when I walked in on mom,just she got out of the shower..She was totally nude,when I opened the door..I was embarrassed,when I saw her,I closed the door,walking away with the hardest dick I ever had..When she came back into the den,she explained,that I should not worry about seeing her nude,that that was part of life,and my errection,was part of becoming a young man..We were always very close,being alone most of the time...We talked,she was telling me how much she missed dad,and wished he was home more often..The weather turned stormy,before we went to bed...Mom was scared of storms,and ask If I would sleep,in bed with her...I was laying there,thinking of her next to me,My dick became very hard...The weather became worse,and she ask me to hold her close...I knew she could feel my hard dick against her ass. She moved back against,me getting closer..I was so fucking hard,that my dick was jumping,and she could feel it..After a few minutes she turned to face me,and explained,not to worry,that this was normal for a young man.Then she reached inside my shorts,taking my hard` dick,into her hand...I thought I was going to cum right then...She got out of bed,revoved her gown,and panties..Standing in the nude,I could see her.Then pulling the sheet off my body,I was ask to roll onto my back.She removed my shorts,and placed her knees,on either side of me,she took my dick,holding it as she slid down on me..I started shooting cum inside her cunt..She never moved,staying still as I shot up into her...After a few minutes,my dick was hard again...Mom started riding me,slow at first,then getting faster...I could hear her moaning,telling me to fuck her deep,as she was riding my hard dick...She had placed my hands on her big tits,I was rubbing her nipples with my thumbs..When she started cumming,hre cunt walls was milking my hard dick,as I shot another load deep in her... That was the night,mom and I became lovers...After that night,we always went to sleep in the same bed,every night,except,on the weekends dad came home.. Mom explained that I was more endowed,than dad and was a better lover....Thanks mom,for the sex lessions...

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Anonymous11/04/12

always had a fantasy fucking my young mom.

although your story is hot, very hot, I can only dream about what could have been with my mom. She had me when she was fifteen, raped by a married man who live next door. So mom was always young growing up. When I was in puberty mom was only thirty years old and to me she was a goddess. I tried everything in the book I guess to try and fuck her but never succeeded. The closest was at a New years party. She got pretty wasted and I practically had to put her to bed, take her clothes off and tuck her in. I saw her naked and I even crawled in bed with her. But I chickened out. Mom probably would not have known if I even fucked her but I just couldn't do it, I mean I could, but the guilt was too strong. I did put my finger in her pussy though, which was the high light of that night at fifteen.

i agree with that one person

GOOD STORY BUT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

IT'S A FOUR TIME RERUN. MOM, DAD, SON..GOING HOME .FROM THE BEACH..MOM, AUNT, SON..GOING TO SEE GRANDMA...MOM ,DAD, SON..GOING TO COLLAGE..MOM ,DAD , SON..GOING HOME FROM CAMPING..THAT ALL I CAN REMEMBER RIGHT NOW.I ALSO HEAR TELL ALMOST THE SAME NUMBER OF MOM DRIVE , DAUGHTER ON DADS LAP..................................LAROC OF AGES .

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Anonymous11/24/12

Reminder

The story should have included a little reminder of the trip 9 months later.

great story

“Well dear, no hot dogs. Looks like it’s one of those breakfast-all-day diners…that OK with you guys?” Dad asked as he pulled the car into the dusty, roadside truck stop.

“That’s fine honey, breakfast is good… any time of day… right, Mike?” Mom said, faking a yawn and smiling as she looked up at me, trying to hide the risky, panting lilt in her voice.

She was still sitting on my lap, grinding her plump, meaty ass on my crotch while I had my hands on her hips, hitching her skirt a little as I thrust back at her.

“Ugh…yeah, mom…” I grunted. I hoped Dad understood that as an affirmative to her question and not the moan of pleasure it really was.

Her thin, summer dress and panties and my shorts and boxers were the only barriers right now as we continued our dry humping, and I was enjoying the ride for as long as I could before we had to stop soon.

Ten miles ago, it was a whole different story I chuckled to myself.

The day had started innocently enough.

It was a hot, late August morning (nearing noon) when Dad, Mom and I finally finished filling our car to the brim with all my stuff that I’d be taking to college, five hours away. I thought we had everything packed, then realized last minute my big, flat screen TV had been left out and insisted we make room for it. Little did I know that my immature insistence on taking that hunk of electronics would be my ticket to a fun, all-day ride with my sexy, mature Mom.

She had had me (her only child) when she was only 19 and now eighteen years later, she was still in the prime of her life and looked it. Mom was petite; maybe just over 5 feet tall, with wavy, shoulder-length, dark brown hair and big, brown eyes that had naturally long lashes. She looks a lot like that actress Mary-Louise Parker from the show “Weeds”, but about ten years younger and in my opinion much prettier and with a cuter face. Of course, a few hours ago I wasn’t thinking about any of this as we already were starting off late for our trip and I was a little ticked off at Mom for delaying our departure by making us all shower again before leaving. I didn’t see any point in it and just wanted to get going, but it was a hot day and we were all sweaty from hauling and packing all my stuff.

Finally, we were ready to go and it was then the full realization hit me that with my big 42” TV taking up most of the middle of the front seat, there was really hardly any room for Mom and me to fit. Dad and I hopped in first. He took a look at me and asked if Mom and I were going to be alright, barely able to see over the TV (it was turned sideways with the screen facing my side of the car). Mom squeezed in and plopped on my lap and said she was fine, mentioning she was more worried if Dad could even be able to drive.

We hit the road at last and I gazed absentmindedly in the side-view mirror, bidding farewell as we drove along: to my house, my neighborhood and all the familiar places I had know the past 18 years. Mom hardly weighed anything at all, and it was only when we hit the highway maybe twenty minutes later that I noticed here she was, sitting on my crotch, her smooth bare legs touching mine. My last thoughts just before this had been about my ex-girlfriend, with whom I had just broken up a week ago (she was going to a different college and claimed a long-distance relationship wouldn’t work and we should just part amicably). The mixed feelings of maybe never seeing her again and the frustration of not having had any pussy the last week were on my mind when I suddenly realized here was my Mom-- her warm, sexy butt pressed firmly on my cock and pent-up balls, with only a few layers of fabric in between. To my horror, my repressed lust was getting the better of me and I was getting a boner! Mom surely would have to have now felt the sprouting log of my erection as it responded to the unintended female stimulation her ass had caused. She had switched the radio on and I tried to focus on the music to take my mind off the awkward situation, but it wasn’t working.

I got a little light-headed and, having nothing else to steady myself with, inadvertently brushed against Mom’s bare thighs with my hands. Mom began squirming a little and it was then that I noticed her dress and skirt had ridden up. She made some small-talk with me, asking if I felt OK, but I could sense from her steadily more rhythmic writhing atop me that Mom was beginning to enjoy this. She grasped my hands and placed them back on her thighs. Her sly grin and the glazed look in her eyes as she fluttered her lashes up at me (her lustful, silent message for me to go on?) was all the implicit permission I needed, and before long we were both giving in to nature’s urges and there was no sham between us. We were dry humping!

***STAY TUNED...FULL STORY COMING SOON!***

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Anonymous03/01/13

Writing like a man

You are writing as if you were a women, but but your writing seems like a man to me

@ "what happens next?"

Enjoyable!

That was a lot of fun. I hope I find a lot more of your writings out there!

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Anonymous07/18/13

FANTASTIC!!!!!!!!

One of the best stories,and def my very favourite xxx

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Anonymous07/19/13

Reminds me of my Mom

My Mom was a horny chick. Tall with awesome legs. She worked late evening hours and always came home half cocked. Many times she'd come in and sat on my lap as I was doing home work for college. Those were the days when Mini's were the trend. A number of times I'd get a hardon. After a few times she did notice my stiffy. She usually wore pantyhose, but I noticed she had bought some stockings on our last trip to the store. Needless to say a week or so later one night the usual routine came about of her sitting on my lap. She had bent over to pick something up and I saw her stocking tops and buns without panties on. She came over and sat on my lap. My dick had already gotten hard and she just reached to open my housecoat to expose my cock and sat on it. She was so darn wet and hot, rode me like a stallion and came.
From then on at least once a week she come and fuck me. This lasted for a while until I moved away. Now she comes to visit once in a while when the wife is not around and we have some fun.

hot

totally hot story-no pre-planning, it just happens and nicely written too

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Anonymous07/23/13

Fun

Loved the innuendo but there's no way the husband couldn't think something was weird. Perhaps an excerpt from within the husband's musing mind as he blithely rationalises away his fears and settles on something close, such as an accidental touch of a 'private' area, to help the believability?
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I wrote a sequel/redux

Just as I finished reading this version of "Sitting On My Son's Lap:" I discovered that writer, with many of my incest love genre stories, **Oedipus_Sex**--a writer whose biography indicates has many carnal incest story favorites on Literotica very identical to mine (fantasies)--and has written a Pt. 02 (continuation) of this story, where Michael, his father Stephen and Unnamed mother continue their five-hour road trip to deliver their son at his apartment near his college!! There is no doubt in my mind the Pt. 02 continuation will have results that feed and fulfill my fervent fantasies of female and male incest stories to blissful perfection!!

Of course this story (Pt. 01) is an excellent entry and opening introduction of MIchael and his mother's consummated first copulation and incestual union!! Both Mike and his mother have the perfect libido, feelings and meshing of their minds, bodies, urges and knowledge their lover's relationship will most assuredly continue with urgency, compassion and post-haste speed!! This story theme and plot of Michael, his Unnamed mother and his father Stephen--the son and mother of family Lacey--is forming a foundation that will provide lots of writing material to make this mother and son, as lover's and paramours and their ventures of exploding love as eternal lovers, into a multi-part series!!